... Caribbean as the poet Édouard Glissant articulates his concept of Relation, “a theory that tried to conclude, a presence that concludes (presumes) nothing .” 23 Conut is also present at the end of Glissant’s “canvas of nothingness” inscribed on his gravestone in Southern Martinique: “Rien n’est vrai...

... history of her family into the sisal mat. Indicating that the tail of the spiral narrative is part of a fractal pattern that will carry on into the future, the narrator recognizes a benefit for her two adopted children: “[They] won’t know the nothingness that set me to completing Nothing’s mat, because...

... approach her more recent works— The World Is a High Hill (2012), a collection of twelve stories, and “Nothing's Mat,” a novel awaiting its publisher. © 2012 by Small Axe, Inc. 2012 Me and My Head-Hurting Fiction Erna Brodber It sometimes bothers me that my children and grandchildren cannot...

... of “nothingness.” Indeed, the concept “nothing” is a major theme in Walcott's work. 3 Walcott's “nothing” ultimately goes much wider and deeper than Naipaul's, but the former still owes some of its resonance to the latter. The echo is heard, too, in Brathwaite's Arrivants : for we who have achieved nothing...

... from the day that BWEE plane swallow you up like Jonah whale. Two more days for Christmas and I decide I not showing my face by Miss Marcano post office again. That woman take pleasure in telling me “nothing come for lamppost 97 dear.” Then she sniffing—one , two, three times—like she searching...

... and primeval, nothing too hot to steal. I recall that winter in New York he droned, “The art of stealing is the art of killing.” All the good writers are dead...

... ever since that time, but not now. Now I don’t smell nothing. I will be in time. This time I will be. Not like the last. So many before, so many you couldn’t decide who to choose, which way to go. You just grab and grab and whoever was closest was who you get. Not like now...

... on the presumption that the postindependence moment has made possible an ahistorical form of relation—one that forecloses any possible relation of reciprocity or obligation on the basis of prior colonial ties. The tourist declares that the Antiguans “are not responsible” for what she has and she “owe[s] them nothing...

..., plotters, activists. Not a single lead, nothing to help me and Ham out. Strange. But the whole case is strange. Usually it’s chicks we’re looking for in Trinidad. Easy gigs. Always the same old scenarios: a cargo container crammed full of doped-up little girls about to be trafficked out to some faraway...

... dirtiness of them people who bring nothing but trouble to Victory because they feel they could own even God sea. And that Hard Man. Well, Lord have mercy on black people cause that boy is one of we, and is the white 7799...

... interactive and public forum. Th ere needs to be a reexamination of our approach to deciding issues of national importance, and especially those of symbolic signifi cance. Th e creation of the Emanci- pation monument was nothing less than the creation of another symbol of what it means...

... of their relationship are also presented straight- forwardly. Devon is the poor, dying brother with nothing but needs; Kincaid is the sister in “foreign,” with a nice family and new name. She sends the medicine that is too expensive to be stocked in Antigua. Devon’s carelessness is in opposition...

.... “Your mother make the best coffee.” She turned to you, her mouth softening. You suddenly didn't know what to ask, which questions were the most important, which ones would help you understand. “Everyone else use whole milk, but she use nothing. Just black …” She stood up shakily, “And some cardamom...

... on top of each other. “You have the gall to come beg me for food today?” “What you talkin bout?” Jag asked, his eyes narrowed and fixated on her. “I talking to you? I talkin to that good-for-nothing woman here—burn my nice sheet my son bring from Port of Spain!” Ajie shook her head. She...

...Angie Cruz You not hungry? Not really, I lie, too nervous to eat. The women at the counter stare at me or maybe my dress. They aren’t much older, but nothing seems new to them. Juan takes my sandwich and eats it too. He could’ve insisted, like Mamá does when we have guests over. Even...

... and sand and lime, how to flatten things in time. Whole cities splattered behind him, tossed over the cold shoulder of unfortunate decades: savannahs of stone and brick, thick forests of walls, vineyards of barbed wire, the stiff current of promenades. Nothing swayed in the breeze where he had been...

... and provoking: “It’s the masochist in me I suppose.” Samuel Beckett replied in a characteristically terse manner in a language that hardly sounded like the French, “Bon qu’à ca” (Good for nothing else). Edouard Glissant was the only writer from the French Antilles who was asked the question by Libération...

..., and Colonial History in Patricia Powell’s The Pagoda Tzarina T. Prater There isn’t a record of any of this. Of what I am in truth. No certificates. No registration. Everything had to be quick and hush-hush. Nothing was written down. —Lowe, in The Pagoda by Patricia Powell Patricia Powell’s...

... sheet down and folded it across Kenneth Zachary's chest. Most people see the dead at funerals. Their mouths are closed and peaceful, and their lips are soft, if a bit shrunken. Their faces are powdered and their hair is combed. They never look alive, but perhaps asleep. What Adah looked at was nothing...

... not been diluted by cross-cultural impacts. Vain assaults, those of the mighty Vatican. All the contempt of civilized “modernity” could do little to stamp out their drumming. Some thought that containment would do them in! But how insolent! They frown at nothing for on the high seas they roam. Light...